An illness where one is in state of being like Hamlet around Christmas time. Common symptoms of Holiday Hamlet include going insane, accidentally killing an old guy with a cane, or killing your uncle aka father. One easy way to spot someone with a case of Holiday Hamlet is if they are incessantly spouting the "To be or not to be" monologue
"To be or not to be" said Chloe.
Tanir responded to her, "You must have Holiday Hamlet! Quick, we need to go to the hospital."
Tanir responded to her, "You must have Holiday Hamlet! Quick, we need to go to the hospital."
by Gummy Worm Enthusiast December 10, 2021

William Shakespeare: Hamlet.
QUOTE:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
QUOTE:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
by John Geometry TM October 6, 2025

by kayslays21 November 8, 2019

by Calebloves tummy stix September 5, 2025

“My dawg, I made you a hamlet this morning!”
“Oh shoot, it’s not poisoned or gonna make me lose my sanity right?”
“Haha, nah. It’s just got some straight up deloish ham in it.”
“Ah tight, thanks dawg!”
“Oh shoot, it’s not poisoned or gonna make me lose my sanity right?”
“Haha, nah. It’s just got some straight up deloish ham in it.”
“Ah tight, thanks dawg!”
by Tru Son of Cronus July 3, 2019

Bro 1: Yo bro pay attention that guy put a Hamlet in your drink
Bro 2: Sick man i hope its the good shit
Bro 1: yeet
Bro 2: Sick man i hope its the good shit
Bro 1: yeet
by Jakksto November 12, 2019

When your gap-toothed friend punches a cowgirl in the ovaries to break the eggs, inserts the necessary ingredients for a bacon omelette, folds her over, and let's it simmer for 90 seconds on high.
Torrey- "how was your date last night"
Lucas- "It was pretty good, I gave her a Montana Hamlet. She loved it, other than the undercooked bacon"
Lucas- "It was pretty good, I gave her a Montana Hamlet. She loved it, other than the undercooked bacon"
by Ginger beard November 29, 2013
